~Luna-~
I watched Natalie strut off toward the parking lot, ponytail bouncing, ass barely covered by those tiny shorts, already typing on her phone like she couldn’t wait to get there.
I don’t know how Natalie expected me to act as she said that. Oh wow you wanna get your p***y f****d. Let me join. The f**k.
I actually snorted out loud, the sound sharp and bitter against the empty sidewalk. Like… seriously? I just flipped out at practice, told her to leave me the hell alone after Coach dragged me in front of everyone, and that’s her big send-off? Not even a fake “text me later” or “you sure you’re good?” Just straight-up “mama’s gonna get her p***y f****d” and bouncing like my meltdown was background music.
Typical Natalie. Always chasing d**k while I’m over here drowning.
My phone bu
